Such questions appear in the consciousness of every monk.

"Haha, this is really a turn of events." Xuanyin Lingpo laughed without any scruples.

Mrs. Ziguang frowned. She never expected that at this most critical moment, Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway.

Look at that person, he has a purple robe, gold rings to tie his hair, and a green gourd hanging around his waist. He looks ordinary. What's strange is that you can't see through this person's cultivation?

He snorted coldly, and his powerful aura was like an angry wave, pressing straight towards the opponent.

But her aura disappeared directly like a mud cow entering the sea after getting within three feet of the other party.

Those who can compete with the momentum of Hongmeng Supreme Lord must also be Hongmeng people.

"Don't know your friend's name?"

"The name is not important. If my fellow Taoist does not increase the price, this 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda' will be mine." Xu Junming said calmly.

"Six hundred and eighty purple crystals."

"Six hundred and ninety purple crystals." Xu Junming did not hesitate.

"Seven hundred amethysts."

"Seven hundred and ten amethysts."

Xu Junming increased the price slowly, each time adding ten more amethysts than the other party. In a moment, the auction price already exceeded 800.

But from beginning to end, Xu Junming's expression never changed, which made Mrs. Ziguang feel even more unsure.

Moreover, although the couple has a lot of amethysts in their pockets, they are not unlimited.

"Eight hundred and twenty amethysts." Mrs. Ziguang gritted her teeth and said.

"Eight hundred and thirty amethyst."

This price has far exceeded her psychological price.

"Fellow Taoist, this 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda' is very important to my wife and I hope...!"

He interrupted her directly.

"I'm very sorry, this 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda' is also important to Pindao, so I can't let it go."

The unceremonious words made many people change their expressions, but it also aroused the curiosity of more people.

In the great world of Manghuang, there are many monks who dare not give honor to Xuantian Ziguang and his wife, as well as Taixuan Sect, but they are definitely not many.

Among them, they had neither heard nor seen Xu Junming.

Mrs. Ziguang's face turned cold. No one dared to talk to her like this after spending thousands of dollars.

A powerful mana burst out from the treasure chest.

Strong pressure enveloped the entire auction house, and the invisible anger made the cultivators breathless.

Soon, an old voice sounded.

"Friend Ziguang, this is my treasure auction house!"

Jubao Sect is also the twelfth sect, and its strength is not much inferior to Taixuan Sect.

Madam Ziguang took a deep breath, slowly loosened her clenched palms, and the surging and tyrannical magic power gradually converged.

The fat Lord Xuanmiao, who was wearing a white robe, also breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!